In silence we lie.
And to think I didn't know
how fleeting was our goodbye.
In you I see a bright glow.
You bring about such desire.
Such desire I hitherto did not know.
So much in you I admire,
your wit, your charm, your drive for adventure.
You bleed the lines of admiration and desire.
There'd been days that I'd conjecture
your subtle movements were in fact hints.
Were we to had have gone forth would have been quite the adventure.
While my heart and eyes wander, none like you have been around since.
Only in absence via distance could or did I ever find myself away.
Still, sipping from this chalice I contemplate new hints.
Here I write to you on a midsummer's day,
and if I could be with you
I'd wash the whole season away.
For what time we have left there is so much to do.
In a dream so much to confide,
but enough about me; isn't this one about you?